It was a delightful evening to be walking the grounds of the Myrtles Plantation, but I was itching to be on my way to Texas. The drive through Louisiana at dusk was absolutely haunting. Griffin downloaded the Waze app for me, and she has become a fast, if somewhat eccentric friend. She seems to have intuited that I prefer the road less traveled, and so she guided me through the most circuitous route back north that I can imagine.
First we headed south through Pointe Coupee Parish and meandered along Route 1, which runs along the False River. We seemed to zig zag in and out of the Atchafalaya National Wildlife Refuge. There are a lot of bridges in Louisiana. For those of you who know me, this is like immersion therapy. Calling them spillways and floodways doesn't really help my outlook either. But I white knuckled it through like a champ. There seems to be a disproportionate numbered of abandoned cars along these back country roads. One black Cadillac appeared to have the back window shot out. As I passed, I speculated if the driver's body could be found in the bayous that lined both sides of the road.
The sun set and the night turned an indigo dark. I drove on to Alexandria, LA and spent the night, so I would have a brief drive into Texas the next morning.
Joelle, being the perfect hostess she is, arranged to have the state of Texas name a road for my arrival.
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| Suffering from a very healthy self esteem. |
We reviewed our maps and lists once again, repacked the car, and watched the blood moon from the alley.
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| Well, it looked bigger and more impressive in person. |
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| Scooter supervised the packing. |
Today's tune
Joelle's first day of the trip, so gets to choose.
Road to Nowhere – Talking Heads
Today's Gratitude
the air conditioner in the car works
easy-going friends
new engine in the Jeep
Dave's s abilities and willingness
Griffin always
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